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Hip Hop Doll Lyrics

Artist: Digital Underground
Album: Sex Packets

Pump pump de pump pump it up y'all we're talkinbout a hip hop dollBabe when you feel me ooh how you thrill meYou are my hip hop dollYes baby would you go with me once and for allAnd then when you squeeze me ooh how you please meYou are my hip hop dollYeah baby if you married me we'd have a ballKick the beat y'allShe was an east coast dame she knew she was prettyThe place: a hotel lounge in the town of Atlantic CityThe girl was down, you know what I'm sayinthere wasn't much room to groom.People talking and tickin' clock stopped, when she walked into theroomKick it K,Her beauty was shocking: pretty mouth, pretty noseA pair of black fishnet stockings: pretty feet, pretty toesI made a last minute play to the men's room, to get myself into grooveTurned to my homeboy, asked him how I looked, my boy Earl said,"shmoove"Got out the mirror, and went to work, my forty dollar hat was hittinI bit down on a wintergreen certs, I stepped up and started spittinI set my pace: I said, "Excuse me, but I scored that a nine pointnine"But her face looked confused she said, "come again,"I said, "You know the way you fell inside of the place, you got style"She smiled, said "You're working real hard for some satisfaction"She grabbed the dice, and told me "go on"I said, "Oh my God, she's givin' me action."As we was kicki it live, i threw a four and a five, my point was anineShe told the maitre'd, "Bring your best bottle of wine,"And then she tipped him a dimeThe wine arrived, we made a toastlet's try to keep it all in the midst, clickI downed a swallow of wine and threw my point: a three and a sixKnow what I'm sayin?Pump pump, de pump, pump it up y'all, I'm talkin bout my hip hop dollPump pump, de pump, pump it up y'all, we're talkin bout a hip hop dollPump pump, de pump, pump it up y'all, we're talkin bout a hip hop dollPump pump, de pump, pump it up y'all, we're talkin bout a hip hop dollBust it:Just lookin at this girl was dopeShe made me nervous(You know, like a Jewish man feels when he meets the Pope)So I said to myself, "think fast, game, but don't insult her."I had to be cool because the girl had class, I can tell she wasculturedI made my spill: tickets to the symphony, music by Sebastian BachBut her reply, "Well son don't be ill,You see I don't listen to nothin but HIP-HOP!"I said, "damn," I let her throw me a curveI don't know what came over meCause all I had to do was stay down, you know what I'm sayinBut check out my recovery:I said, "Yo, you really like hip hop? Well, you're lookin' at an MCAnd to you I dedicate this rhyme, young lady, so put your arms aroundme."She said, "Baby, I've heard all the linesI pioneered this, I'm housin, I ain't no jokeI get raw, how you like me now? You're a customer, et cetera"But then she started to choke on her wineI said, "Easy baby not so fast,"I took the wine glass out of her handShe said, "No no no, you don't seem to understand, my manLook at the tables, you hit ten grand!"I said, "Yeah!"Picked up my chips, turned around, extended my armAnd then I screamed, "I'm kickin it!"Took her by the hand, "Let's go, you're my good luck charm"Pump pump, de pump, pump it up y'all, I'm talkin bout my hip hop dollPump pump, de pump, pump it up y'all, we're talkin bout a hip hop dollPump pump, de pump, pump it up y'all, we're talkin bout a hip hop dollPump pump, de pump, pump it up y'all, we're talkin bout a hip hop dollCut it up, fellasBabe when you feel me, ooh, how you thrill meYou are my hip hop dollYes, baby, would you go with me once and for allAnd then when you squeeze me, ooh how you please meYou are my hip hop dollYeah, baby, would you go with me once and for allYes, baby, would you marry me? we'd have a ballMy hip hop dollYes, baby, if you married me, we'd have a ball